Sarah and I had just finished the washing up after Dinner when the doorbell rang.

Feeling rather fat after my meal I threw myself into the nearest armchair and let Sarah do the honours. I smiled at her as she threw me a look of mock outrage, let down by the obvious smile behind it. We had always had a playful relationship.

“Okay sweetheart, but you get the next one,” she leaned over and gave me a kiss, a kiss which all but said an early night may be on the cards

Sarah was 36 years old with cascading auburn/brown

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The story sounded like it came from a braggart who would tell you whatever he believed you would believe just as long as it made him look like a stud, except that I knew the man telling the story and I believed him.

I was having lunch with an old friend from my army days. Jeff was in from Boston for a sales convention and we had arranged to meet for lunch at the same hotel where he was staying. The conversation covered every subject under the sun and when I got to the point where I asked him how

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Now I love a big black prick as much as the next white woman, but when the six men, or should I say nearly men, holding guns, and knives somewhere on their person that were attached to those pricks, and directing their anger at my presence in their territory, well it can be somewhat disconcerting. Of course, it was my entire fault for just scanning the address, and not writing it down. Had I written it down I’d have more clearly seen the E for east, instead of the W that I mixed it up with when

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Her name is Sun Yi, a 23 year old married Asian woman with 2 children.  Let just say she is too smoking hot to be a mom.  She’s about 5  feet, 6 inches tall and has straight black hair that hangs down a few inches below her  shoulders.  She’s got a knack for wearing sexy outfits, in fact, other  Asian women who  know her get jealous of how she dresses.  She always wears those black platform shoes  and short, tight skirts.  To be honest, as a mother of 2, she shouldn’t be dressing like she  does. 

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I have come to your office looking for a job. Your secretary has shown me to your private office and closed the door behind her. You rise to shake my hand, and I try to be subtle as my eyes move over you. You offer me a seat in a large chair opposite your desk, and I sit, crossing my legs.

“So what are your qualifications?” you ask, and I notice that you are staring at where my skirt has ridden up, revealing a glimpse of creamy white thigh above my dark stockings. I begin to tell you of my job experience,

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